The Trouble Game

The game known as “Trouble” lives up to its name in our house hold, in many different ways. Playing games that need to consistently make the most annoying sound possible to function seems to be an obsession of my sister’s. Among her favorites are Ker Plunk, Boggle, Bop-it, Popcorn, and of course, Trouble.
For those of you who have had the good fortune never to have come upon this game, let me give you the brief description;
Those of you who are familiar with Parcheesi, will realize that it is quite the same idea, only far more obnoxious. There is, you see, a six sided dice trapped (some what angrily in my opinion,) in a plastic bubble in the center of the board, this is how your pieces gain entry to the game and this is the factor that determines how far said piece moves.
My sister and both my grandmothers love it, and none of them sleep later than seven thirty. Ever. I, on the other hand, am another story.
Do you see what I am getting at here?
Picture this, and I know you can, because undoubtedly there is something that you can not stand about your family. Unfortunately nobody’s family is going to change, and we just need to move on. And by that, I mean excepting that annoyance grows, and their problems are (hopefully) in no way related to your own.
Anyway, you wake up one bright, beautiful summer morning, a bit groggy, maybe a bit grouchy, but you’ll get over it. Until you realize (mind you, this is still within fifteen seconds of waking,) that it is, in actuality, the crack of dawn and that is why you do not hear birds. Instead, and how, oh how, did you not hear it before? The screeches of your sister and grandmother are drifting through the open window. And then, it happens, you realize exactly what they are doing, and how you were woken up…..
Click……POP!!!!!
I freeze, the hairs on my neck standing on end. Oh, yes, they are most definitely up before the birds. Either that, or my sister and grandmother have forced all those poor innocent little birds to face their fears about freezing on the tundra. Hence, they have flown up to Canada. But wait, what’s this? The birds are still here, they are withstanding the mind boggling power of the board game, and not fleeing to Canada as I had thought. The are fighting back with what may only be bird battle lays.
This is definitely a new record time wise. It is quarter to five in the morning.
Darn you Hasbro.
I swear, it is a conspiracy, this game is their secret weapon, it is exactly like Japanese Water Torture, only it messes with every nerve and muscle in my body through my ears.
Click…POP!
Is it just me, or does that make everybody else over the age of five cringe?
“Ha HA!!!” Oonagh screams, “GOTCHA!” Apparently not, that was most definitely a sound of joy, not one of fear or pain.
“Uh-HO!!!!” Nina’s shriek turns to a sort of soprano sigh, “Lordy, Lordy…”
There is nothing I can do, they’ve won. I can’t blame them, I can’t go down stairs and tell them they did something wrong, because when interrogated they will say the obvious.
They moved out side so that they wouldn’t wake up the whole house.
Just so long as everyone isn’t woken up, they have been successful, and I am the only person awake besides them. Mom, Dad, and Grampy have found away to sleep through their insanity.
I think that might be part of issue with “Trouble”, whenever they play it they set me up for failure when I try to stop them, all I need to do is take the bate. But today, they are setting their selves up for failure because I know what to do. I put on some soccer shorts and a clean t-shirt, braid my hair, and tie my shoes. I am taking Oonagh’s iPod, leaving a note on the table and slipping out the back door.
They don’t know I am awake, and I am the one they want to wake up. They will get louder and louder trying to make me come and be nasty and grouchy, so they can reprimand me. But they are going to get a nasty surprised, because I’m not going to be the one yelling.
I am going for a run, and when I get back, we’ll see who won.